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[00:02.22](Verse 1-San Quinn)[00:15.60]Bust like a AK everybody make way[00:20.01]Doin' this the ya way down to a lay way[00:22.20]No cake, on a chase, on a case, anyplace[00:24.36]Still here many rates one shot all it takes[00:26.58]Ballin with the tapes, thought it was a case[00:28.23]Let's investigate, how can one crew carry all this weight[00:30.84]Stop, drop, get mopped, pop they all watch[00:33.00]We shut down shop, hardcore and hot[00:34.98]We were warned a lot and still swarm the spot[00:37.26]We want spotlight if we perform or not[00:39.24]GL, 2001, even though we only 3 buy a house for my son[00:43.47](Verse 2-JT The Bigga Figga)[00:44.07]Welcome to the West Coast show we got flow[00:45.87]For the dough we're willing to store[00:47.40]You wanna flow didn't know[00:48.75]Seen as down for the pounds they boastin[00:51.03]Three wheel motion we coastin, toastin[00:53.46]Dime piece with crushed ice[00:54.78]Project life ain't nice with three strikes[00:56.91]And the vice, keep you on the run from the streets[00:59.04]When they kickin in yo mama's house lookin for the heat[01:01.20]Complete, shit ain't sweet we got beef[01:03.42]On the street, uno deep we on feet[01:05.49]Straight treat, wonderin why no reply[01:07.98]Souljah rag cover my eye, we too fly[01:09.24](Verse 3-Mississippi Mike)[01:09.90]From a small town, Mississippi[01:11.88]City of lights, seen bitches smoke weed[01:13.74]Sell they own to pay the rent[01:14.79]Like a matchbox can spread my wings[01:16.65]Niggas be tryin to ball 'till they fall[01:18.51]But this town is too small[01:19.68]Gotta relocate them **** spots be hot[01:21.81]And in my residents be full of dead presidents[01:23.91]My occupation be gang related[01:25.32]Try to stay motivated[01:26.37]Addicted to chronic smoke and movin keys no joke[01:28.89]A time to kill but feel another season to heal[01:31.26]But I can't tell the system has failed[01:32.94]Sweeter jail, got me under the spell[01:34.56]Catchin tail, and dropped in this devil playground[01:36.72]Don't frown, cuz niggas from C-Town get down[01:38.70]Women don't frown, I'm huntin mils[01:40.71]Still I'm on a paper chase[01:41.97]Won't stop until I made a million[01:43.26]I see ya mama pop 'em papa maybe[01:45.06]Black sheep on my throne, I hold in my groan[01:47.52]Sometimes I feel like waitin 'till their gone